Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.